Wake Forest School of Medicine - Gray Matter Yearbook (Winston Salem, NC)

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L ,...gg1-fi .ff'V'W' , f ,Y gg.. ig ' , 3' ' ' fl ' - , : :iff-'f t l f' V , ig-.ff gl! l ,L 15- 4 sadistic interest in spastic colitis , was satisfied since the announce- , ment that there would be no Y exam was made ten minutes af- , ter it was scheduled to begin. Shrieking, At ease, disease, V we leaped into our whites and ex- ploded onto the wards- Sam with his ophtholmoscope shining into his own fundus, Max with his stethoscope pressing his ca rotids, and Bill Myers bellowing his War-har-har. And what did you have for breakfast? Our enthu- siasm was dimmed only by the realization that work is the scourge of the drinking class. Medicine was a wonderful teach- ing quarter, in spite of the fact that then remains these three: ,-N histories, physicals, and lab work, but the greatest of these is lab wgrkf' The best class in OB was not one of the student lectures but the delivery of twins to John James' wife. OB greens were exchanged for , surgical ones which came from the same laundry but ended up W being donned by entirely dif- ferent personalities, e. g., Dr. Fluids. Those omnipresent bottles on 2nd West were Boston Blackie' Surgeon Ext,-0 only slightly less ubiquitous than lab requests on 3rd, Medical Oralsz Diabetes, diphtheria, digitalis we studied. Diarrhea we had-three are shown, eleven are in the john . ed to the bone by an epidemic of pregnancy virus in Montarry. OB: We thought that quarter would never end. We were work-

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zfl vers, we were apprehensive, but they were scared STlFFl we were impeded by hordes of sodium and chloride ions holding hands and singing Saltus sodii non existat while the Swoose sagely nodded her coiffure, which defied all laws of gravity. We were lured from the labyrinth of the Krebs' cycle by the Pied Piper-like fas- cination of the Turtle procession into the murky recesses of the Anatomy Lab, from which we made hourly forays for food, cakes, and smokes. Having de- posited on a cerebral shelf our transi- tory knowledge of the hairt and the pelvic tilt, we were promoted PJ to Phy- siology, where the babble of Clodfelter's menagerie was exceeded in volume only by the guffaws of the staff. From dogs to guinea pigs, from cacophony to sym- Pathology found us peering down the 'scope in futile attempt to see the response of the host to the causative organism. phony, from Physiology to Bacteriology. The brevity of the lab periods still allow- ed time for Bernie to cultivate and de- scribe the lepra bacillus. Down the hall were rows of slides for Pathology, which was a course Hcaricaturized by remiz- zions and exaggerbations of Smith, Klein, and Moose, manufacturers, not of Thorazine, but of Josh Turnage cells. The second year brought more of the same, except twice as much. Dr. Prich- ard mesmerized us with his erudition but still managed to see that well over half of us got mail that summer. Exams were found to be as effective a libido reducer as Spermatocide C, which, to our delight, was not employed in Physi- cal Diagnosis. However, Little Caesar's mistaken for barbers, the mot- Clinic Presentation: Are those lab values normal? How should to was At ease, disease ' WE lcnowg 28 of us received letters in Sophomore Hematology,

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ornery, His immediate superior, though, could go him one better with his pseudo-Oxfordian ac- cent, The fourth and final round was begun by the somewhat dis- enchanted members of our ranks. There were more gratifying inci- dents, such as Tookie's assuring Dean Carpenter that her recog- nition of him was as incomplete as his of the senior class. There were signs of progress: medical histories shrank to plausible lengths, the Mafia lost some of its grip on OB, and a much wel- comed teaching course came into our curriculum-Pediatrics. Sen- ior OB was more enjoyable than junior OB, when, according to LaLa, we spent most of our time doing slut work. Miss Shirley continued to manage Surgery with the compassion of a Nietz- che through her front man, l-ll-IB. Finally we reached that long awaited day of June 3, l957, when we were graduated not with an infinite knowledge but with Colin Wilson's consoling thought: ln the land of the blind the one-eyed man is king, , X X V . v T xx' OPD: Now, let's see-your head, neck, chest, arms, hands, ab- dornen, genitalia, legs, and feet ache. Do your teeth itch, too? Graduation: June 3, l957. Stepping over the cow piles, we were graduated in the Coliseum, Go ye into all the world l 1 J . '- ., ..v' f' I' , -'F ll X' T .. ' 7 f . -X., - far - A -I Airlie cs ft- l. I l . X- , fi-sit' 4 - - ' - ff-., 'EWG i - ... sf.-421' ' ' - . - T 5 . K : ! , fzffi-A vi: ' .' i rr' K. fy 1' 1 'f f,,f . s i ' A I hy' YQ: JJ, , f 55'-ty l ' 19'5fzZf' f if ' 'l A : 6 ganna ,I li :,, Q ' -' f , - 1 f f l , J'-??' -J.. .H ' I 1 .. . ,gy-I , 5. ,, ',- r . ,Y HY, Y W, , 1 l Surgery: Blood sugars and arches fall and OR super- visors shriek, but one holds tightly to the idiot stick